Quhilkis plesandlye, withouttin obstakle,
Haith thame resavit in their habitakle[206]?
“Quhow long, traist ye, those ladyis sall remane
So solytar, in sic perfectioun?”
The Papingo said, “Brother, in certane[207],
So lang as thay obey correctioun,
Cheisyng[208] thair heddis be electioun,
Unthrall to Ryches or to Povertie,
Bot as requyrith thair necessitie.
“O prudent prelatis, quhare was your presciance,